taking your world for granted (eight words)
Eventually,
every Stradivarius
gets forgotten
in a cab
I have three beautiful sons that are lucky enough to look like their Mother. I spend all of my time with those little bastards. I'm rated 18th in the World for Competitive Eating. It makes my Mom nervous, she thought I was going to be a Doctor.
Eventually,
every Stradivarius
gets forgotten
in a cab
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